Possibilities

Endless, timeless; the ideas rushing through my head.
Possibilities like a fragrance, here then gone again
Leaving behind a lingering sweetness.
Such is my life at the moment. I feel myself so full of possibilities, and just brimming with ideas, but none of them ever going anywhere. Instead, I am left with the reality of things undone, and hopeful yearning. The key is the hope I suppose. Never losing sight of the hope is what keeps me sane. Writing is something I have loved since I was a little girl, but I never kept a diary. Why is that? Lethargy. A "disease" I've had for as long as I can remember.

leth·ar·gy: the quality or state of being drowsy and dull, listless and unenergetic, or indifferent and lazy; apathetic or sluggish inactivity.

That word sums up my life. Why am I this way? I don't know, or rather, I don't want to know.
Mind active, body inactive. Where do the two meet. Sometimes I feel as if they are two totally separate entities; my mind and my body. How often I have longed for the day when the two will finally work as one, the day when lethargy will seem but a dream. Passion, the "white stag" I have hunted for years finally seems possible to catch. In a lot of ways this blog is healing, allowing me to put down my thoughts, but not chastising me when I don't.